Never blog like me
I recently learned that Swedish theaters rarely use smoke on stage these days. The formula is water based, so it doesn’t smell and it won’t cause you to start coughing.
So what’s the problem? The audience starts coughing.
It’s so ingrained to react that way when seeing smoke that people do it even when there’s no need for it.
It’s fascinating how we naturally respond in certain situations. Often it’s a great thing, like blinking or throwing up a hand if something unexpected comes toward us.
Other times it’s neither good nor bad. For example when someone yawns on the subway and others follow without even thinking about it.
But sometimes it can be a hindrance. It can stop us from making progress. It can keep a lid on the creative force inside of us.
Since this is a blog post, let’s take blogging as an example. One of my favorite bloggers is Annie Mueller. I will never be able to write like her. That’s a fact.
If I compared each of my drafts to her posts or any of my other favorite bloggers, I would hardly publish anything at all. It would all be “not good enough, not quirky enough, not personal enough...”
That’s what happens when we have fixed ideas about what blogging “should look like”. It’s silly and it turns into a creative nightmare.
I hope I never write like Annie, Tiramisu, Jedda, or any of the other fantastic bloggers I admire for what they do.
And I hope that you who reads this never blogs like me or any other blogger. I want to read what you feel the need to write. Pure and unfiltered, straight from the heart.
If you haven’t already, I hope you go ahead and press that publish button. I’d love to read what you write.